Monday, April 25, 2016

Age, old age, has aimed at me. It was a collision intended.

Later, I got into my car and
sat there alone for a few moments with my head down, holding my temples, and
looking up to my left noticed the next car along was moving gently forward from
its parking space. No. No, I was moving backwards. I had taken the handbrake
off and I could not remember doing so. And so I drove back home and fell onto
my bed and slept, and woke up delirious, not knowing what time it was, nor did
staring at the time on the clock give me clarity, and I heard a voice outside
on the street, young and lucid, and I felt frightened, vulnerable in my
confusion.